The Girl in the Moss (Angie Pallorino, #3)

by Loreth Anne White

Nothing about life was simple, or black, or white. Life was like that water in the bay and that sky. Shades upon shades of gray. A continually shifting interplay of light against dark and, every now and then, a few rays of sun.

Secrets are forged and kept in the name of love. And hurt in the same.”

Maybe it wasn’t just truth. Maybe at the heart of it all, at the heart of all that was human, even in the dark, was love.